Marriage is beautiful. You are cared for by someone, fed well. All your wishes are fulfilled. It is indeed a completion of your desires, or is it? I am Namrata, 32 years old and I have been married for five years. My new story is about my hot temptation.
My husband is a very good-looking, handsome man who does everything for me except satisfy me the way I want. After five years of marriage a couple of times, sex in a month was a letdown. My body and soul craved more.
A year back, my husband got a project abroad, and the physical relationship ended there. There were men in my office who used to roll their eyes over my body, but none of them ever approached me. Nor did I ever have the confidence to flirt.
I am 5.3 feet tall and fair with an above-average body. I started liking wine. It started from office parties, and now my evenings are with them and Netflix. A good shiraz calms me down and takes me to my dreamland in no time.
Wine and romcoms were not enough, and trying self-love was also not getting me anywhere. I have watched ‘365 days’ multiple times and drooled over Michael. But never felt good about running my fingers over my panties or going inside.
Weekends are with my family or inlaws. But the last week was for me to be alone as they were all visiting temples. Tired from the hectic week at work, I pre-decided that I would order food online and would do a movie marathon for the next two days.
It started with some serious subjects and partnered with red wine. It was a good start. I was onto my third glass and halfway to the movie in no time. Taking a break, I ordered my lunch. I took a loo break, sent some WhatsApp messages and browsed reels. My food was home.
When I opened the door, I saw that the delivery boy was my maid’s son, Raghu. Raghu is a regular at our place and played PlayStation with my husband before he went abroad for the project. Raghu drops his mom off during weekdays and also gets our groceries etc.
When I realized it was him, I asked him to leave the food in the kitchen and join me for a while. He insisted that he got other deliveries. But he agreed to join me for lunch as I was alone.
Raghu is probably 25 years and was a school dropout. He was dark and very lean but quite an outspoken character. I told him to change the movie and watch what he wanted while arranging the food. When I was back with our plates, Raghu was looking through my profile on Netflix.
Raghu: Akka, how come they allow such movies to be shown?
Me: What do you mean by such movies?
Raghu: 365 days. (pointing to my recently watched list)
I felt my nipples shrink when I heard it and a bit of fire in the underbelly. The wine was doing its work, and I wanted to have more of this conversation.
My thighs were crushing, and I felt sitting was the best thing to do. I handed over one of the plates to Raghu and sat on the couch facing him.
Me: What is wrong with that movie?
Raghu: It only has sex and nudity.
Me: Yes, but it is meant for adults to watch.
He kept quiet for a while and finished his meal. After cleaning, we came back to the couch.
Raghu: That is true, but I never saw anything like that before and was shocked. Amma was home, so I switched off the TV.
Me: That is ok, you can watch now. Have you never seen porn?
Raghu: What, Akka, what are you asking?
Me: No, seriously. Don’t tell me you never saw porn. Have you never seen a naked girl before? Dude, your mom was talking about getting you married.
Raghu: I have seen pics from school but nothing else. I know what to do, Akka, and I don’t need videos.
Me: Really? Ok then, what will you do to your wife after marriage?
Raghu: Cheee…what are you asking (embarrassed)
Me: So you don’t know!
Raghu: I know. I will fuck her.
Me: What! No making love, pleasing her, satisfying her?
Raghu: What do you mean? I cum in her, and that it is.
Me: Raghu, no. It is not about just that. You have to kiss her, make her feel good. Do things that she likes. Cumming in her is the last part.
Raghu: I don’t know, Akka. How can I make her happy?
I knew Raghu was playing innocent, and he knew where this was going. But I wanted more.
Me: Come and sit next to me, Raghu.
Raghu came and sat next to me. I slowly kept my hands on his shoulders, leaned forward, and kissed his lips. His eyes were closed, and I could feel his hands trembling.
Me: See, you kiss her first.
And I again went forward. This time he opened his mouth, and our lips met. I was going crazy, moaning, and it lasted for 10-15 minutes.
Raghu: Akka…
Me: Nimmi, call me Nimmi, Raghu
Me: Do you want to know more?
Raghu didn’t answer that. I asked him to stand up, undid his belt and pull his pants down. His dick was bulging, and I could see wetness over his underwear. I couldn’t wait to see how big his dick was and I was shocked. It was thick. The head was dark but too big with precum all over.
I asked him to remove his pants completely and held his dick in my hands. It was warm, and I could barely hold it in one hand. I started stroking it up and down when he complained my nails were hurting him.
I rubbed the tip with my fingers to remove the precum and took his dick in my mouth without asking. Raghu was surprised and jumped away.
Me: Come closer, Raghu. I want to take it in my mouth.
Raghu: No, Akka…sorry, Nimmi. I don’t like it.
Me: It is ok, you will love it, trust me.
Raghu: No, Akka, please don’t.
I was getting irritated. The only other dick I ever saw, held, was in front of me. But I can’t see how hard it can be or how big it is when erect.
Me: (with authority) Raghu, I will suck your dick. Else you will have to suck my pussy.
Raghu was hesitant, maybe scared, but his answer was delightful. He said he would suck mine. I still wanted to see him erect, so I lifted my maxi and removed it, showing him my bra and panties.
Raghu knelt in front of me when I removed my panties to show him my clean-shaven pussy. I sat on the couch again, lifting my legs, spreading my thighs, giving him a good spread view. I rubbed my clit, moved the pussy lips and asked him to kiss there.
Me: Come closer and kiss me.
“Run your tongue, Raghu. Slowly, lick over here,” pointing to my clit. It felt good. “Raghu, suck my clit harder,” and he obliged. It was after a long time I was feeling this good. My husband was also good at this but never waited for me to finish.
Today, Raghu is no less a slave and will do everything I ask for. Raghu’s tongue was roaming, and I decided to remove my bra. My nipples were erect, and my boobs were firm. My hands were pushing his head deeper while his hands were resting on the couch.
I took his hands and placed them on my boobs. Raghu paused and looked up. I saw his eyes glitter while I was in lust. I didn’t want him to stop, so I pushed him towards my pussy. His hands were pressing my boobs without needing any stress from me.
I was in heaven. Raghu had rough hands and did not know how to play with boobs. But his excitement of grabbing a pair of boobs for the first time added the fun. I was cumming with my orgasm at its peak. His saliva and my vaginal fluid were all over the couch and floor mat.
I had a mini spasm, and when I was done, I felt a sharp pain in my nipples. Raghu was pinching them hard. I felt angry and smacked his head. He was scared and apologized.
Me: How dare you hurt me?
He couldn’t talk or respond to me.
Me: Suck my nipples slowly and don’t dare to stop my hands.
I stayed on the couch, making him lean forward to suck my boobs. His tongue rolling over and soft sucking of nipples were making me horny. I could feel his dick touching my pussy which I grabbed and stroked. The more he was sucking my boobs. I was going down closer to his dick.
His dick was hard as a rock. It should be 7 inches or more but thick. Without asking him, I placed his dick on my pussy. His head barely went in when he got up.
Me: Come back now. I want you to put it deep inside me and fuck me.
Raghu didn’t say a word. He held his dick and pushed it inside me. It was painful. It was not getting inside and he was trying his best.
Me: Raghu, slowly push it in and out.
He found a rhythm, and slowly I could feel a mass getting inside me. I pulled him closer and kissed him while he kept a slow stroke. 10 minutes in, he was all inside me.
Me: Faster, Raghu, do it faster.
He increased the pace. It was painful but a different feeling. For the first time, I was getting a good fuck. Raghu’s head rested on my shoulders while my hands ran all over his back. No condoms, a young man’s first sexual encounter, all these thoughts made me horny.
I was about to get my second orgasm and also could feel Raghu was about to come. I whispered to him while moaning and biting my lips.
Me: Fuck me faster, Raghu. Cum inside me.
I clutched his back, my nails digging deeper while I got my orgasm. Raghu kept stroking me till he came inside me. When he pulled out, it felt like a huge thing came out. A lot of fluid pumped out from my pussy. I was tired, and Raghu was on the couch.
Without any conversation, Raghu put on his pants and went out. I headed to the restroom to clean up. I opened another wine bottle and rested after my sexual adventure with my maid’s son. I slept off without knowing when and got up around 8 PM. The first thing I did was message Raghu, “Be home by 10 AM sharp.”